“Hela, such as thou say’st, the terms shall be. But come, declare me this, and truly tell: May I, ere I depart, bid Balder hail, Or is it here withheld to greet the dead?” He spake; and straightway Hela answered him,-- “Hermod, greet Balder if thou wilt, and hold Converse; his speech remains, though he be dead.” And straight to Balder Hermod turned, and spake: “Even in the abode of death, O Balder, hail! Thou hear’st, if hearing, like as speech, is thine, The terms of thy releasement hence to heaven; Fear nothing but that all shall be fulfilled. For not unmindful of thee are the gods, Who see the light, and blest in Asgard dwell; Even here they seek thee out, in Hela’s realm. And, sure, of all the happiest far art thou Who ever have been known in earth or heaven: Alive, thou wast of gods the most beloved; And now thou sittest crowned by Hela’s side, Here, and hast honor among all the dead.” He spake; and Balder uttered him reply, But feebly, as a voice far off; he said,-- “Hermod the nimble, gild me not my death! Better to live a serf, a captured man, Who scatters rushes in a master’s hall, Than be a crowned king here, and rule the dead. And now I count not of these terms as safe To be fulfilled, nor my return as sure, Though I be loved, and many mourn my death; For double-minded ever was the seed Of Lok, and double are the gifts they give. Howbeit, report thy message; and therewith, To Odin, to my father, take this ring, Memorial of me, whether saved or no; And tell the heaven-born gods how thou hast seen Me sitting here below by Hela’s side, Crowned, having honor among all the dead.” He spake, and raised his hand, and gave the ring. And with inscrutable regard the queen Of hell beheld them, and the ghosts stood dumb. But Hermod took the ring, and yet once more Kneeled and did homage to the solemn queen; Then mounted Sleipner, and set forth to ride Back, through the astonished tribes of dead, to heaven. And to the wall he came, and found the grate Lifted, and issued on the fields of ice. And o’er the ice he fared to ocean’s strand, And up from thence, a wet and misty road, To the armed damsel’s bridge, and Giall’s stream. Worse was that way to go than to return, For him: for others, all return is barred. Nine days he took to go, two to return, And on the twelfth morn saw the light of heaven. And as a traveller in the early dawn To the steep edge of some great valley comes, Through which a river flows, and sees, beneath, Clouds of white rolling vapors fill the vale, But o’er them, on the farther slope, descries Vineyards, and crofts, and pastures, bright with sun,-- So Hermod, o’er the fog between, saw heaven. And Sleipner snorted, for he smelt the air